"enthuse" poems
Jesus Christ, Lord Almighty
Expel my demons and watch them die with me
Satan Lord, Leviathan
Give my demons an interesting origin
Plague me with poets smoking joints rolled with rejected poems
Fill my thoughts with cockney accented thespians
Let them hold Academy award nominations from films long forgotten
Enthuse my self-destruction
Bring me goth kids brought up in wholesome homes
Bring me Art school students choosing to abandon their degrees
Bring me women aroused by smashed clocks
Bring me men aroused by awkward teenagers
Bring me Christians questioning their faith
Lord Almighty, God, Yahweh, Jehovah
Tell me the story of your disagreements with Vishnu
Let me see Moloch's disgruntlement and subsequent drunk and disorderly
Show me when Hera was seducing your nephew
Bring me into the world of the soap opera battles
Write to me Paris
Write to me Paris
I want to read your poetry
I want to read your mind
Sing to me Helen
Embrace me and we shall escape from torments
Heavenly and humane
We shall watch hipsters walk past us
Smoking Spirits and drinking poison berry teas
Let Adam grow disgruntled
Let children laugh
If, Lord Jesus, you grant me my wish
Send me a djinn with evil in his heart
Who's bound to be annoyed by my desires
Send me an ent to lift me above my world
Send me an elf to love me for all my time
Send me a mountain to travel over home
Transport me to Germany
Transport me to Spain
Transport me to New Zealand
Give me a free pass, one-way ticket to Darwin's islands
Write my story so that I collect new, unprecedented species
And devour the flesh of my find
Hide me in Antarctica with a monstrous creation of my own mind
Let me eat
Let me gorge
Then starve me
Show me Caligula
Show me Marilyn Monroe
Then leave me with Ed Wood
And force me to watch his films so that I may inherit my grandfather's fortune in comic books
Which, of course, will bring her to love me again
Oh Lord Jesus
Lord of Hosts
Possess me so that I may live again
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 4:56 PM UTC
This morning,
I walked with god and man, and animal
I've come to believe,
no other possibility,
He denies me sleep
as His insurance policy
some One wants to be sure,
someone sees His sunrise poem,
He selected this ancien regi-man
to be His admiring audience,
with deer, squirrels, rabbits, a red fox, an osprey
always complaining, why do they get
the cheap seats
so up at five,
no jive,
gotta get there early,
for a good seat,
on the dock by his name
watch the color blue transgender
from feminine elegy elegant pale
to peacock royal male,
the water,
a contributing editor,
phases in with a steely grin,
with ermine whitecap hints
and an orange marmalade sky homage,
I cannot try to describe
and here is where man comes in...
as the tableau reveals a still life
come to be,
a painting enlivened,
come to me free,
bursting with
effervescence and
animal life tribunes,
paying on...
strange...
my Pandora app
back to back,
plays for me
Gershwin's Rhapsody In Blue,
hard upon it comes
Saint-Saëns's
The Carnival of the Animals
and I
enfeebled amateur,
needy for a
word titan Titian,
can think only
this trite thought:
*I know not who is the
instrument and who
is the
artist,
but virtuous us,
We, all, now-capital-buddies,
now, all, well-color-capitalized,
god and man and animal,
crooning a chorus of appreciation
let this "accidental" miracle,
this collaboration,
enthuse me,
to live happily
with anticipation
for just one more day...*
June 2014
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 6:56 AM UTC
I find it very difficult to enthuse
Over the current news.
Just when you think that at least the outlook is so black that it can grow no blacker, it worsens,
And that is why I do not like the news, because there has never been an era when so many things were going so right for so many of the wrong persons.
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Like a chain
each ending word
of every inscribed phrase
ties up the innate sentiments
like waving a spectacular poetry
which brings out thrilling suspense
with candid inscription of an expression
A poet has all options
to use instinctive creativity
enthuse with an intuitive inkling
to demonstrate in clear composition
every substantive thought of wisdom
employing artistic serial rendition
words written in beauty as loop poem
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 12:16 AM UTC
flowers in spring
blooms so vivacious
their colors shout look
aren't we brilliant
brightest glories
enthuse the eye
flamboyant arrays
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC
There's a magical place in the forest
Where fairies go to cultivate
Flutter around with verses and rhyme
Sweet poetry they make
They frolic amongst the
Verbs and nouns
Plucking flowers and synonyms
Joining hands and ripe phrases
Create odes they want to sing
Cross pollinating the pieces of poetry
With different story lines
Fertilizing with a purpose
In the growing of the rhyme.
Their dainty feet
Sow similie seeds,
And their deft little hands
Root out mispelled weeds.
Then they whisper the words to the
passing breeze
Who takes words, caresses them,
And floats with ease.
They travel and roam
Off to distant pastures new
Where they settle
And blossom into a muse.
Then implant in the mind
Of a resting poet
Enter his thoughts and views
Who upon waking
Will stretch, smile and write,
And continue to grow and enthuse.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
*Enchiridion.
A manual, if you will, on
How to Break a Heart.*
#1 - Forget
Forget the person
you are speaking to
has a history and a soul.
Forget they might
go home alone
and drink tonight.
Forget they may
have a dying mother
or sister
or friend.
Forget they may
be dying a little
themselves.
Forget they may
have tried to die
already once before.
Forget they may
look into your eyes
and see their only hope.
Do not project - that is most detrimental.
Forget the parts
of them that remind you
of you.
This is key.
2) Lie
Lie about your dreams.
Enhance nobility.
Emphasize similarity.
Lie about your interests.
Fake your level of enthuse.
Make lukewarm likes
into fiery hot loves.
Lie about your heart.
If it's been broken, don't say.
If it's cold and hard, omit.
Lie about the person.
Make yourself sound
much more certain
than you actually are.
Lie to yourself.
Make yourself believe
every single lie.
Now pay close attention.
3) Awaken
Awaken to the reality
of what you have done,
that you have gone too far.
Awaken to the next morning
lying against the heartbreak-ee.
Or even many
many mornings later.
Later is even better here.
Awaken to the moment
you realize they love you
and think you do, too.
Awaken to their tearful
confessions and soul-baring
embraces.
Awaken to your own lie
and fear that you
have been caught.
Please listen carefully. You are near success.
4) Disappear
Disappear as quickly as
a dawn vapor
or a cigarette plume.
Disappear without a word.
Run as fast as you can.
Say nothing.
No answer is even better here.
Disappear
when things are at their best
and they will ache
and strings left undone
will drive them crazy.
Disappear and let them
believe it was their doing,
their deficiency.
And, finally...
5) Repeat.
*Congratulations.
You have successfully learned
How to Break a Heart.*
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC
There once was a girl named Suzzie.
I guess you could say Suzzie
was missing some vital screws in her younger years.
All day and all night, Suzzie would amuse to enthuse,
until the point of misuse.
Before finding herself reusing.
Relapsing into that old familiar abuse.
You could say, Suzzie wasn't content in her life.
Hell-bent on the decent into torment.
*** violence... drugs...*
And to what extent...
Consenting to the need?
Proceeding to only concede?
The black bead...
The devilish ****
A seed to heed warning too.
All day and all night, Suzzie would churn.
Yearning for her upturn,
for the point of no return.
Instead Suzzie turned her life around.
A full 360.
She learned, to earn.
Spurred by her yearning and churning,
of a childhood induced coma.
Kindness; rightness...
The mere brightness all from Suzzie's mindset.
A guidance from the righteous highness.
She's won her inner crisis at last!
"Bye, bye Black Tar, Suzzie!"
"Hello, the newer better you!"
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
I need an inspiration
An instigation
A criminal conversation
The whole of a part
Not just a fragment, but an abstract art
Confuse.
Amuse.
Misuse.
You hold the world in your hands
A line, a word, a syllable, they wish and you command.
Abuse.
******
Enthuse.
You say jump and they’ll fly
Anyone can do it, (shhh) you just need enough courage to try.
-Taylor
Aug 15, 2011
Aug 15, 2011 at 1:00 AM UTC
Let me lean into your hair and breathe in your warm, clean scent.
Tackle me with tickling fingers, knock me over, make me squirm.
I'll nibble on your neck a bit, and make a ***** joke.
You'll drag me up and down the block, till we've searched out every coffee shop, and reading nook, and weird demented new-age store,
With scary guys with scary hair leaning over the counter offering you 'Fairy Dust' for good luck, or maybe this book about trolls?
Then I'll drag you back down a different block, and through the city and all the buildings.
Looking up and up and up.
Falling over our own four feet as we race the dusky-shadowed building monsters from one end of the bay to the other.
Exhausted by our chase, we stumble into yet another hole-in-the-wall to steal some warm recuperation.
You wrap me up in arms and drink, while telling me all about your life.
Then you **** me for details of things I never talk about, and make it seem like no big deal. I mean, hey, it's only you after all.
Next you grab your camera in one hand, and my hand in the other, dragging me back out the door, already clicking fast the shutter.
But it's night! So what? It's the city, there's light.
So you keep right on clicking and posing and grasping at figments, air where you think you might best find a shot, that would hold me to you on the screen later on.
You keep clicking and clicking, till I finally get tired. Then you, sensing me, make up for my sudden lack of enthuse, and drag me further to a club strobing with lights.
We dance there for hours, till the club's shutting down, catch a yellow-topped cab, rumbling and slow. You hang up your camera, I hang up my coat.
Time for a movie and popcorn, hot chocolate in bed. I'll fall asleep, wrapped in comforter, my pillow still breathing. You might wake me up, after the movie is finished, just in time for a few pre-dawn kisses.
A few hours sleep, my head tucked under your chin. Dreaming separate dreams, together.
Our limp-tangled limbs greet the shade-prying strips of sunlight with unconscious aplomb.
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 9:39 PM UTC
I love the words, their innuendo, the lilt and cadence,
I play with meter and beat, and search for exact, right, precise meanings.
I suffuse and enthuse and pass on the love of words,
Sharing with young ones the magic of expression.
Until now.
The words are meaningless and cannot express.
I only sit beside you and we breathe in tandem.
Quiet. Without words.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
I love the words, their innuendo, the lilt and cadence,
I play with meter and beat, and search for exact, right, precise meanings.
I suffuse and enthuse and pass on the love of words,
Sharing with young ones the magic of expression.
Until now.
The words are meaningless and cannot express.
I only sit beside you and we breathe in tandem.
Quiet. Without words.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC
Like a chain
each ending word
of every inscribe phrase
ties up the innate sentiments
like waving a spectacular poetry
which brings out thrilling suspense
with candid inscription of an expression
A poet has all options
to use instinctive creativity
enthuse with an intuitive inkling
to demonstrate in clear composition
every substantive thought of wisdom
employing artistic serial rendition
words written in beauty as loop poem
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
Letting wings
Tell the story...
Marvel at a sunshine's keep
When the bravery of simple and worldly...
Suppose a charity of kind
Vainer though kept, to these we mind
A house of resolve, a yearning time
To remind even the littlest hopes to find
Gages of wan, wonder in the eye?
Overt to liberty, the talk of somewhere
Favored for sense, surmisal in the lie
Of conscience to have, the least's we fare
Cope, sincerity, and honor
To tell a tale of such, might's we enthuse
Is a labor of love, the dread in songs and heirs
To come, with the ides of repose, we never lose
Without a voice to fly
A hap and demand of sustained go
Through the moments deed, a showing of cause all the while
Realms to its survival, the role of strength to hold...
A broken promise?
A seclusion of rights, to word and envy of a letter
Seen in the needs of virtue, we claim are a host of what sigh's
A means to an end, that has saved even a little more than better
Mar 19, 2024
Mar 19, 2024 at 3:33 PM UTC
Criminal erasers; cowl wearing clue chasers.
Costumed,
Crusading,
Constantly crime-fighting two-facers.
Egads
No real mistakes by the guru doing Kung-Fu:
Calm as Sulu
Simply sampling fingerprints of clues just to enthuse
Any evil on the loose: No excuse
Impartial to dangerous sharks, he’s got repellent spray
Master of all martial arts, in each apparent way
Perfecting corrections to ******* a simple blade
Inspecting collections of riddles, stenciled and sprayed
He lurks in the dark,
Look for the signal in the sky
The rodent that flies,
And gives bad vibes to bad guys
He acts prudishly;
Lives reclusively.
Actuality:
Delivers swift justice with impunity.
Fighting like every breath: the last
His knowledge is vast,
His fortune’s never few from the cash he’s amassed
And his strength is never surpassed
Steadfast; he’s on the enigmatic hunt.
Overly-dramatic with an acrobatic stunt
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 8:41 PM UTC
Whisper to the winds
Breathe words in it
Enthuse the moment
Before it takes off
Through the winding path
Mountains, seas, woods
Valleys and deserts
Message will travel far
Beyond your vision
You will be heard
Your words shall speak
Stories of your heart
Beyond the realm
Your world is infinite
You words shall travel
With the wind
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC
Imagination sparks in the mind
excited by an overwhelming idea
first it could be something intangible
turn into a tangible creation of beauty
Emotion exudes from the heart
enthuse by a dramatic eventuality
start to stir the innate human instinct
ignite the ember of expressive impulse
When imagination and emotion intergrate
there will be a phenominal reaction to fort
a meaningfull fact of creation becomes reality
a poetry is born to feature life’s fantastic insights
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
I want to describe you to them
…but I do not know how to start
how can I tell them about your eyes
- that sparkles when you think mischief
how can I tell them about your laugh
- that could start an avalanche of joy
how can I tell them about your hugs
- that warms & thaw the chills of fear
how can I tell them about your scent
- that comforts & enthuse a harried soul
how can I tell them about you
when I know they can never know
the you
I’ve come to see
and hear
and feel
I do not know how to start and I fear even if I can
I will not be able to finish
How can I describe you to them
When all I want to do is to secretly hold you in
…when I know I can never let go
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
Love speaks...
of thousands words,
enthuse infinite thoughts;
evoking innate sentimental
expressions of myriad colors.
Like rainbow...
love conveys candid hue,
which glitters chromatic rays;
and shades depicting emotions
of variable depths and meanings.
Courting speaks of adoration...
being sweethearts convey romance,
soon engagement promises devotion
and marriage consummates the vow.
all these... hold part as love speaks!
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 4:43 AM UTC
My pen got feelings
the moment I hold it
seems it possessed me
with sentiments
My hand scribbles
innate expressions
enthuse from my heart
the essence of my soul
Experiences composed
myriad colorful hues
of love and struggles
making me quite human
As long as ink flows
poetry will never cease
for those poets writing poems
with words of authentic beauty
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC
The leaves fall, rusted orange, upon the grass. My thoughts drift with the breeze as I fade into a daydream...
The Mississippi tunes play their blues, the mango *** tastes sweet, the rhythms enthuse, but eventually the apple must fall.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
Words have resonance
If spoken from the heart
Wakes up another soul
Embracing with warmth
Words are precious
Which can enthuse life
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC